Post by flora on Aug 22, 2009 15:28:12 GMT -5
Name: Keller
Gender:mare
Age: 5
Chosen Alliance:
Breed:arab
Height:14.2hh
Physical Description: With the fine features like all her breed the arabian lady is a gentle grey colour
Personality: Keller is
History: (this is optional)
Example RP post:
The grey fae was not against the idea of an adventure, quite the contrary, her inquistive muzzle was lifted slightly taking in the scents of her surrounding geo with a mild sense of delight. Her twin zeniths perked up when she heard a slight crackling of the foilage but as she snorted in disgust at her overeaction at what was most probably a critter of much smaller stature then herself, she was hardly a towering brute or a well built femme and hardly really meant quite the opposite. She was most definitely refined. Her drapes were a dark grey, perhaps a tint of silver but not nearly as attractive as her dappled grey. Her dished countenance which some might find off-putting because some equines would always find the finely chiselled features of the glorious arabians unbecoming. Her dark opticals scanned her surroundings with a yearling-like joy of being alone and free. It then occurred to her that in the cold winter months foilage was blanketed by the white flawless sheets of frozen water, ice and snow. The snow was beautiful when it embraced the greenery hiding it from view, it made it very hard for her to fill her maw with the lush green grass that she enjoyed ever so much and the cold sometimes caused an uncomfortable prickle at it's best but Keller was an arabian dame and her noble breed was meant for the sandy dunes, pounding sun and emptiness of the deserts, she had never known the deserts but her ancestors would have surely known that home. Her mind was fickle in thoughts as it flickered from one topic to another and then another/ The delight of the cold biting wind that was picking up velocity teased her mind away from its inner world and back to the outworld of awareness.
Ignoring the ribs that were just a little more visible, the sunken eyes, lack of energy and feeling of weakness was a second nature for the arabian dame. Her dark opticals scanned the endless mass of snow covered terrain and a state of subdued awareness to her plight and most probably others plight as well, winter was harsh.
STATS:
Strength:
Agility:
Intellect:
Wisdom:
Looks:
Gender:mare
Age: 5
Chosen Alliance:
Breed:arab
Height:14.2hh
Physical Description: With the fine features like all her breed the arabian lady is a gentle grey colour
Personality: Keller is
History: (this is optional)
Example RP post:
The grey fae was not against the idea of an adventure, quite the contrary, her inquistive muzzle was lifted slightly taking in the scents of her surrounding geo with a mild sense of delight. Her twin zeniths perked up when she heard a slight crackling of the foilage but as she snorted in disgust at her overeaction at what was most probably a critter of much smaller stature then herself, she was hardly a towering brute or a well built femme and hardly really meant quite the opposite. She was most definitely refined. Her drapes were a dark grey, perhaps a tint of silver but not nearly as attractive as her dappled grey. Her dished countenance which some might find off-putting because some equines would always find the finely chiselled features of the glorious arabians unbecoming. Her dark opticals scanned her surroundings with a yearling-like joy of being alone and free. It then occurred to her that in the cold winter months foilage was blanketed by the white flawless sheets of frozen water, ice and snow. The snow was beautiful when it embraced the greenery hiding it from view, it made it very hard for her to fill her maw with the lush green grass that she enjoyed ever so much and the cold sometimes caused an uncomfortable prickle at it's best but Keller was an arabian dame and her noble breed was meant for the sandy dunes, pounding sun and emptiness of the deserts, she had never known the deserts but her ancestors would have surely known that home. Her mind was fickle in thoughts as it flickered from one topic to another and then another/ The delight of the cold biting wind that was picking up velocity teased her mind away from its inner world and back to the outworld of awareness.
Ignoring the ribs that were just a little more visible, the sunken eyes, lack of energy and feeling of weakness was a second nature for the arabian dame. Her dark opticals scanned the endless mass of snow covered terrain and a state of subdued awareness to her plight and most probably others plight as well, winter was harsh.
STATS:
Strength:
Agility:
Intellect:
Wisdom:
Looks: